Mike and I have spent a couple of weeks recently tackling a necessary but excruciatingly tedious chore – moving all photo and video files from our wheezing laptop onto our shiny, happy new hard drive. The problem is that apparently, once you have a kid, you take a stupid amount of photos and cannot bring yourself to delete a single one because yes, I...

I was not concerned about turning 30. It’s just a number and I’m not one to whine about getting older – we should all be so lucky to be able to complain about old age. My 20s were good, my 30s will be even better; end of analysis, I said. My husband threw me a great party and I rocked my way into a new decade. Somehow, in the three months...

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I'm Meghan. I grew up in Ohio, came of age in Arizona and am now raising a family in Pennsylvania. I'm a freelance writer and essayist, a stay-at-home mom to my seven-year-old son, and a foster parent. I'm told I am too organized and too sarcastic for my own good but I don't see how either is possible.